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Their beauty

and their happiness.

He blesseth them in his heart.

Their beauty might declare:

A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware:

Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.

The spell be- The selfsame moment I could pray;

gins to break.

And from my neck so free

The albatross fell off, and sank

Like lead into the sea.

PART V.

Oн sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!

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My lips were wet, my throat was cold,

My garments all were dank;

Sure I had drunken in my dreams,

And still my body drank.

I moved, and could not feel my limbs :

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And the coming wind did roar more loud,
And the sails did sigh like sedge;

And the rain poured down from one black

cloud;

The moon was at its edge.

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The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
The moon was at its side:

Like waters shot from some high crag,

The lightning fell with never a jag,
A river steep and wide.

The loud wind never reached the ship,

Yet now the ship moved on!

Beneath the lightning and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.

They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;

It had been strange, even in a dream,

To have seen those dead men rise.

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Yet never a breeze up blew ;

The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,

Where they were wont to do;

They raised their limbs like lifeless tools

We were a ghastly crew.

The body of my brother's son

Stood by me, knee to knee:

The body and I pulled at one rope,
But he said nought to me.

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"I fear thee, ancient Mariner! "

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Be calm, thou wedding-guest;

'Twas not those souls that fled in pain,

Which to their corses came again,

But a troop of spirits blest :

of earth or middle air, but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits, sent down by the invocation of

For when it dawned-they dropped their arms, the guardian

And clustered round the mast;

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Sweet sounds rose slowly through their

mouths,

And from their bodies passed.

Around, around, flew each sweet sound,

Then darted to the sun;

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saint.

Slowly the sounds came back again,

Now mixed, now one by one.

Sometimes a-dropping from the sky

I heard the sky-lark sing;

Sometimes all little birds that are,

How they seemed to fill the sea and air

With their sweet jargoning!

And now 'twas like all instruments,

Now like a lonely flute;

And now it is an angel's song,

That makes the heavens be mute.

It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June,

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Had fixed her to the ocean :

But in a minute she 'gan stir,

With a short uneasy motion

Backwards and forwards half her length

With a short uneasy motion.

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